various things

Driving on Mopac today I had a weird, more than twenty year old memory of a party in December at someone's house in Millwood. I think it might have been John M.'s house. Andrea made out with Casey, and when Michael woke up and saw this he ran out of the house in his bare feet. I went after him and gave my jacket. We drove Andrea home, because she'd come with Michael int he first place and he was heart broken. Weird. I haven't thought about that in ages and don't know why I remembered it now.

At the grocery store I managed to drop a twelve pack of Pepsi while putting my groceries in the car. The box ripped in my hand. One can punctured on the gravel, spewing frothy Pepsi all over my car and my jeans. Ugh.

At 11pm the other night I decided to make baklava. I've had worse ideas. I think the hardest part is cutting it halfway through the baking. Overall it seems pretty good. I know how to make it perfect next time. Mmmm baklava.

I have burst into tears at commercials twice in the past twenty four hours. One was that ATT&T commercial about a lost dog. The other was the ASPCA's newest gut wrenching commercial that includes the shot of an elderly orange kitty, with the words "Will I die today?" across the top of the screen. Every time I see something like that I feel like no matter how many I adopt or how much money I donate, there will always be more and the thought makes me alternately hysterical and depressed. The "I want to drink myself to sleep now" kind of depressed.

texting while driving

I sort of thought this whole texting while driving thing was some kind of cracky urban legend, like razor blades in apples at Halloween. Until some pretty boy in a BMW station wagon almost plowed into me this afternoon getting on the highway. He was merrily texting away on his iPhone.

Texting.
While driving.
While merging onto the highway on the ramp.

Seriously. What the fuck? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.